Sandy Hook, by George Houghton
White sand and cedars; cedars, sand;
Light-h...
White sand and cedars; cedars, sand;
Light-h...
Pure and argent, westward far,
Burns a solit...
NOISELESSLY through the silent mansion treading...
By a little crystal brook
Winding thro' a wood...
Just saw a preview for the movie,
Yes, wher...
The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wi...
As my love gave chase to a butterfly
&n...
Butterfly, butterfly, where are you going?
D...
O sad-faced mourners, who each day are wending...
I The orchard stretches from the door,
To ri...
In a gleam of sunshine a gentian stood,
Dream...
If His brush strokes are the green carpet of mo...
To-day I saw a butterfly,
The first-born of ...
Trooping o'er the meadows,
Chatter, chatter,...
I lay afloat, in an idle boat
(A fisher-lad h...